26/09/2011

Well New York for me is just like John Galliano for Dior - even if "they" say it's over,I will just keep on crying and hoping for more...And even though it is impossible for Galliano to get back to Dior ( what makes me very sad ), it was possible for me to get back to NYC - the flight was delayed for a day!BUT the delayed fligh isn't the only reason for the huuuuge smile on my face as I write this text. I suffer from a sindrome called "Shoes Adoption" and swear that if I had the needed capital I would be the Brangelia of shoes - all colors and shapes.So to kill my final budget in New York, instead of walking around vintage stores I chose a much lazier way to shop - Nasty Gal! No need to think twice and ordered the cosmic litas... Why not? They needed a home and I fill the 4 requirements to adopt a pair of dreamy shoes. Yes, there are requirements to adopt shoes because we don't want them closed and abandoned in the dust of a box full of sneakers...#1 - Lots of love to give#2 - High heel walkability#3 - Faith on a religion that trully believes I will be capable to walk around with them all day long and it won't hurt a bit#4 - I f***ing need them!

21/09/2011

"- Are you an angel?- Yes, I'm an angel.- Sure you are, I can see your wings!- Don't say it outloud, it's a secret..."This was the very first conversation I had as soon as I left the building to start my vintage stores marathon."Angel", "Bride lost in the city" "Will you marry me?"I heard it all and i loved it all. When I first saw this dress on a mannequin from Urban Outfitters thought it was a skirt but when I found out that the perfect skirt was actually a dress I went wild with desire... Because you don't really want an all see trough dress but the options to hide what is underneath are the real candy! Maybe a nude bodysuit, trashy denim shorts with a short top, colorful leggings or EVEN a pair of sexy granny panties... From all the options I chose to wear it with a trashy n' short white mini dress ( that in reality is just a XL cotton tee I cut off). Why? I have a blast creating layers and mixing different fabrics. I also wore it with black boots + mint earrings + colorful bag to give it a contrast and kill the all bridal idea.What I wear and what I hear have a connection and influence each other in funny ways. So I hear Miss Kitten when wearing bad ass leggings, wear colorful and pop shirts when hearing Yelle, red lipstick when I'm listening to Dinah Washington or colorful bodysuits when I just want to jam with some 80's crazy shit. It is like listening to music visually and styling musically....This is what I felt like hearing in this flowing dress:

The Cardigans- Carnival

And... Well I did some shopping

Vogue&Andy

Sketchpad

Store # 1

Cookie&Tea

Black boots

Lace&Gold

I do have wings...on a belt.

Part of the view

Could-y Sky

Flowers

Perfect Stranger

Store # 2

Store # 2 bottom

Store # 2 wall

Store # 2 inside

Store # 3 perfect vest

Store # 3 shoes

Store # 3 jewelry

Store # 3 mirror

Store # 3 mannequin

Store # 3 wallet

Store # 3 gorgeous sweater

Store # 4 gorgeous jack

Store # 4 pink hat&pearl necklace

Store # 5 clouds&cages

Lighted background

How can I be an Amber Rose wannabe without the right sunnies? ( lol.)P.s-No longer bite my nails

One of these nights I found myself really bored, because of being under 21 in N.Y.C there isn't such thing as party. Off course they have those soda & juice under21 clubs but it isn't exactly the kind of place you will find me, sorry... I had to feel the city in different ways, to see the schizos on the streets and the fucked up bikers on the road. I needed that adrenalin that is part of my genetic code mixed with great vintage stores. Where to go, where to go? East Village..why not?
Suddenly I look over 21, have a few drinks, make new friends, talk about life and New York and fashion and boys... The new friends turned into old times friends! Artistic people walking around, punks drinking on the sidewalks and cheap thrift stores. I had a blast and the craziness doses i need to survive... Even got pierced (won't tell where).
In the middle of this fuzzy night I saw a vintage store showcase, my knees got weak and as I got in I knew it! I felt it, it was Search&Destroy! A parallel universe of sequins, studs and zebra creepers combined with faux fur! Erotic dolls, skeletons wearing mohawks and even Donald McDonald was there! Did some shopping and thanks God my camera was there...

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MUST MAST

When fingers migrate from lips to the belly button and decide that a trip down south is the perfect destination. Moisten , feel…slide… yeah….slow, so that against all odds time will also slow down giving a complete new perspective to Einstein’s theory.

When all sensations meet for a pleasant ball - where taste is sweet, listening is early birds, vision is long long gone and tact… Well we know where tact is.

The convulsions of a body that no longer belongs, no longer exists to the contractions of a soul that becomes tighter & smaller until it explodes expelling a slippery fluid that some call “cum” but I prefer to refer to as elucidation, expansion… Transcendence!